Okay, now this is just ridiculous.
See, there’s this pair of green corduroy pants that I’ve had forever, and when I was wearing them the other day, our cinnamon conure Cayce sat on my knee and…made a deposit to the Bank of Bird, shall we say.
So like, eww.
I washed the pants that night, of course, but the next time I wore them, he did it again.
I do a lot of laundry around this zoo, as you might imagine.
But tonight I went out to where I had left the pants stretched out to dry over the hamper in the kitchen, only to find that the bird had dumped on them again somehow.
BEFORE I EVEN GOT TO WEAR THEM.
And that is taking things too far.
I’m all for pre-paid credit cards, but pre-pooed pants are out of the question. I guess I’ll just have to dry clean the things from now on.
I would send the bird the bill, but he already has one.